How can I not be homesick when I hear that’s it was 59 below in Barrow last week. I miss it so much. You can’t know the meaning of the word bracing till you go out to your car in 59 below weather, sit on a frozen seat and try to convince the motor it wants to be alive. To say nothing of the joy of driving on square tires. Oh my. I could just weep from missing those good times.